After doing a marvelous job on her nails, they pulled out their guitars and sang and played for her, urging her to sing along. When it soon became app...rent that Annie just could not sing, first they tried a little voice training, and when that got nowhere they handed her a guitar and taught her the three basic blues chords. "All you need to play the blues is three chords and something to whine about," Lynne told her."I'm a paraplegic Asian Jew. I can whine with the best."They soon had her doing. I smiled and moaned approval, all the while letting my hands flex and knead . My thumbs then pressed inwards before making searching circling movements so that I could locate her nipples under the sheer layers of her blouse and soft bra.My kneading hands worked over the flimsy blouse, ruching up the material and rasping over her full bra cups underneath. My flicking thumbs teased up her thickening nipples; I bent low to bite onto those rubbery shapes. I heard her whimpering gasps but her hands. They quickly became resigned to their diminshed status. All the Society Females wanted a piece of Steetch, but Hardcase was more than equal to the task of fending them off, and keeping Steetch in line. It only took a few days for the word to get out, but it wasn't a pretty few days. The lunchroom the next day looked like a war zone, all of the jocks sporting bruises and splints and bandages and neck braces and fat lips and nose packing and crutches in various combinations, and all of the. When they would enquire what was wrong I would tell them I was a normal office man now. Something happened in that week that I did not anticipate happening. I heard my daughter Leanna on the phone talking to her boyfriend. Here is a good recollection of what I heard."Robs on leave and is driving everyone nuts. You know he wanted to come to my softball practice to cheer me! Like I will ever be seen public with an ugly limping bastard. I do not know why mom stays married to him. My guess is that.